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capeandcowllogs2009-02-24 05:34 pm
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WHO: Adam Monroe (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
400yearsold), Saitou Hajime (moarcigsplz), Riku Tachibana (heavenlyorigin), Ken Ichijouji (digikaiser), Milo Thatch (cartoholic), and Kyosuke Kiryu (satisfiedsigner).
WHERE: Ryoko's Restaurant aka that Japanese place Adam works at.
WHEN: Sometime in February.
WARNINGS: Nothing and probably nothing. Will update if something happens.
SUMMARY: Everybody who spoke Japanese ever is gonna go hang at Ryoko's and...well, speak Japanese and stuff.
FORMAT: Paragraph.
Adam really didn't like work. No. Change that. He really didn't like work when there wasn't anything to do. As of this morning, he had mostly been sitting around, playing with a spare rubber band he had found. They had a grand total of two customers today. Two. While boredom wasn't anything new to the immortal, that didn't mean that he liked it. Boredom sucked.
So, when the door opened, Adam perked up. Finally! Something to do! He grabbed a menu and turned to the person who entered, big smile on his face. "Welcome to Ryoko's Restaurant! How many are in your party?" He had this stuff memorized backwards and forwards. The fake smile, the chipper attitude, the 'let me help you!' look on his face. Being a waiter was pathetically easy. Still, it paid. Anything to kill boredom.
400yearsold), Saitou Hajime (moarcigsplz), Riku Tachibana (heavenlyorigin), Ken Ichijouji (digikaiser), Milo Thatch (cartoholic), and Kyosuke Kiryu (satisfiedsigner).WHERE: Ryoko's Restaurant aka that Japanese place Adam works at.
WHEN: Sometime in February.
WARNINGS: Nothing and probably nothing. Will update if something happens.
SUMMARY: Everybody who spoke Japanese ever is gonna go hang at Ryoko's and...well, speak Japanese and stuff.
FORMAT: Paragraph.
Adam really didn't like work. No. Change that. He really didn't like work when there wasn't anything to do. As of this morning, he had mostly been sitting around, playing with a spare rubber band he had found. They had a grand total of two customers today. Two. While boredom wasn't anything new to the immortal, that didn't mean that he liked it. Boredom sucked.
So, when the door opened, Adam perked up. Finally! Something to do! He grabbed a menu and turned to the person who entered, big smile on his face. "Welcome to Ryoko's Restaurant! How many are in your party?" He had this stuff memorized backwards and forwards. The fake smile, the chipper attitude, the 'let me help you!' look on his face. Being a waiter was pathetically easy. Still, it paid. Anything to kill boredom.
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He then placed his cup down continuing his friendly conversation with Riku before realizing that he had recognized the boy's voice from the coms.
"It's common for people who are far from home to band together." he said to his peer. "And everything is a little weird at first." He politely extended an arm for a handshake. "My name's is..." he hesitated for a split second, still uncomfortable with using an alias particularly his brother's name. "Osamu" he said.
"That's with an 'O'" he said to Riku, hoping the boy would catch onto the clue to his codename.